Fireside Magic

Fireside magic and just two in love

cuddled up in our favorite big chair as

we watch what was once brown logs

now burnt to a brilliant red.

Cracking sounds of burning wood fills the

room now just a memory of what use to be

while butterfles play cupid in our bellies from the

magical heat that is also warming our toes.

There's a beautiful glow in the room

from the red hot fire and

living images dance on the wall

to our delight. We immerse

ourselves into each other quiet

not saying any words just enjoying

the moment as our love grow some

more.

NOTE: ROBBHINGE FROM MSN FREE POETRY LISTED THE WORDS: LOGS, FIRESIDE, GLOW, TOES, AND GROW AND ASKED PEOPLE TO WRITE AWAY AND THE ABOVE POEM IS WHAT I CAME UP WITH.